1 april

bit of chill and the milk's gone off
topped like an antelope skipping from the range
to constrain fields
in high yield density
the destiny of the overparked
the meadow lark and the cannon ball
the gypsy moth and the wrecking claw
roadside undercover
drop what you've got
caught with a lottery ticket
in both hands
and no command of any fingers
snapped like a cracklepop dismissal
breakfast and the last one out
forgot to take the trash
instead
returned to echo disregard
through lunch and on past tea